Till Death Do US Part

His Death

[Remi's POV]

Blood.

There was so much blood I didn't know when it began or where it ended. The suffocating scent of iron attacks my nose, making me feel like I was going to hurl. It was all so overpowering that if I didn’t know any better, I would believe that what was taking place in front of me was real instead of a vision.

Trying to calm myself, I begin to look around in an attempt to determine what exactly it was that I was seeing until my eyes come to rest on Kane. He’s sprawled out on the ground with his head twisted at an odd angle and his limbs twisted irregularly. He is lying in a pool of his own blood at the bottom of a very tall building, and I don’t even need to think too long about what it is that I’m supposed to be seeing.

To the naked eye, this would seem like nothing more than a suicide given his position, but that was something I couldn’t believe. Not with the look of shock on his face and the gashes that cover his skin.

What I was seeing were the telltale signs of murder, and the victim was Kane. But as I look up at the roof once more, I don’t see anyone standing there. The area is empty, meaning that the one responsible for this has already escaped.

“Kane,” I whisper, looking down at him again. “Who could do such a thing?”

As the words leave my lips, I feel my consciousness being tugged, pulling me back into reality where the real Kane, who is still alive, is most likely wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

“Little delinquent!” His voice snaps as I blink a few times, shaking off the shock of what just happened. “Have you gone dumb?”

“Let me go!” I hiss, attempting to pull free of his hold as he tightens his grip. “What do you think you’re doing?”

For a moment, he doesn’t speak as he just stares at me, so many questions in his eyes, and I can’t help but feel if he possibly was able to see what it was that I just saw.

“Where did you go?” He demands

Remaining silent, I just stare at him, unable to quite process anything that is happening. Maybe I was just overreacting and imagining the look I thought he was giving me because there was no way he saw it, right?

“Nowhere,” I say slowly, trying to get my wits about me. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t…” He begins, but stops and snaps his head toward my bedroom door. “Dammit,” he continues as a loud knock sounds. “Times up.”

Frowning, I look from the door to Kane, wondering how the hell he knew that someone was even there. Did he have supersonic hearing or something?

“This isn’t over.” He says now, finally releasing me so that I can take in the red finger marks on my skin. “So, don’t think that you can get out of answering my question.”

Finished speaking, he straightens his clothes and then runs a hand over his hair, fixing it perfectly atop his head. Once he is certain that he is presentable, he starts to make his way back into my room and then into my closet, where I’m positive he will stay until I get whoever is on the other side of the door to go away.

“f*****g weirdo.” I grumble, debating whether or not I should give him away since it would be sweet payback for the trouble he caused me, but something tells me my parents wouldn’t give two shits anyway.

That’s why, instead of letting my intrusive thoughts get the better of me, I head to my bedroom door and pull it open to find my father standing on the other side of it.

“Are you ready?” He asks in the way of greeting. “The Anderson’s have already arrived.”

Eyes widening, I take in what it is that he’s telling me while wondering why in the hell the Andersons would even be here.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a welcome dinner for that bastard hiding in my closet? Why on earth would a nonrelevant party need to be here for such a thing?

“The Andersons are here,” I say slowly, frowning. “Why on earth…”

“You’ll see soon enough.” He chuckles, giving me a look that I’m not a huge fan of. “Come on downstairs so that you can greet them and help your mother entertain Cherise.”

“Right.” I sigh, knowing I couldn’t say no to his request. “I’ll be done in just a minute. I need to reapply my makeup. Don’t want to look afright in front of your company.”

Letting out a huff of annoyance, my father looks down at me, but he doesn’t argue what I’ve said. Instead, he turns and makes his way back down the hall. Only when I’m certain that he is far enough away do I turn and close my door, then head to the closet and pull it open to find Kane holding one of my bras.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, reaching out in an attempt to take it from him. “How can you so boldly go through a woman’s things?”

“Woman,” he chuckles, looking down on me. “I don’t see a woman standing here, but should a little girl really be wearing such provocative things?”

Flushing in both anger and embarrassment, I don’t respond; instead, I attempt to snatch my bra from the bastard who was having too good of a time mocking me.

“Fine!” I huff after multiple failed attempts at retrieving it. “Just keep the damn thing and get out of my room!”

“Is your father gone?” He asks, eyeing me. “Or are you trying to create a misunderstanding on our first day living under the same roof?”

“Why on earth would I want to get myself mixed up in something like that with you?” I snap. “He’s gone, so get the hell out of my room!”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles, dropping my bra on top of my head. “Just don’t miss me too much once I’m gone.”

“Like hell, that would happen.” I hiss. “Now leave!”

"Keep playing hard to get, little delinquent." Kane says now, stepping past me. "But there hasn't been a single woman who hasn't fallen for my charm."

"I'll be the first then." I counter. "Now stop being creepy and leave."

"Don't forget what I told you." He calls over his shoulder as he does as instructed. "You're going to tell me what that was earlier and don't you dare attempt to get out of it."